Sav´s travels

Hi everyone! As always I hope that anyone reading, friend or stranger, is doing well...it is Thursday my last full night in Spain...I fly to London tommorrow evening, overnight it and then make it to Vancouver on Sunday...I had a really good lunch with my sister Pam today with lots of wrap up talk and her famous "Top 1-5" questions, which I enjoy thoroughly...I am on and off again sad today at leaving...but what I am excited about is having the chance to be with friends and family at home and room for perspective on this trip...I have 28 hours in Spain and as far as I am concerned that´s plenty of time for adventure...we´ll see...

The two previous days were a total treat...I had to go to Malaga to wrap up some remaining passport fun and planned on heading straight back to Granada. Two hours in the dry, decorative-free Canadian consulate and I had my emergency passport...good for one travel only, and to be submitted and destroyed upon arrival! Yessir! Anyway, it´s funny what good can come from not-so-good...I decided that after all this, I was going to really visit Malaga and change my opinion of it from the first time, which was really that I had no opinion...I had only made it to the outskirts around the bus-station so of course, nothing to really impress or see. This time however, I found the historic centre which is large and was wowed repeatedly at every street I visited...the buildings, the empty buildings, the buildings just waiting to be explored...I must have about 50 pics alone of these streets (in the world of non-digital, this is a lot)...I visited the Alcazaba and the Castillo, had some unique (tasty!) tapas and got lost...so lost in fact that I came to a big theatre and decided to consult my map...as I was opening my map, my eyes were caught by a poster on the front of the theatre advertising the one and only Van Morrison...immediately I was lost in wow, wouldn´t that be amazing, daydreaming...I have forever wanted to see this man play but he´s not known for making it to Edmonton or Canada too much for that matter (I think)...anyhow, the concert happened to be for that evening and the next...at that point, I easily convinced myself that things happen for a reason and that I was meant to end up in Malaga to get a new passport and meant to get a little lost...of course... so I went to the nearest internet cafe to see prices and the cheapest was 30€´s so instead decided on the spot to get a hostal and see if I could get a scalper´s ticket...and if I couldn´t I could just stay another day in Malaga as there really was so much more to see and do. I got my hostal, and headed out again...I got to the theatre and stood around and watched people try to sell their 60€ box tickets...it didn´t look too promising so decided on settling outside to see if I could catch scraps of his voice...I happened to be standing near two men who I found out were from the States, and they wondered if I wanted their ticket..I said I couldn´t and 5 minutes later when they knew they weren´t going to sell it for their no-show friend, they said, "here you go kid"...and I had myself a box-seat to see VM....I had to maintain composure, very difficult...at this point, they invited me to a glass of wine in the lobby and we went our separate ways...I truly had the best seat in the house...about 50 ft away from him with a full view of the 9 piece band...it was incredible...incredible, incredible....I have no other words at the moment...sharing the box with me was a man from Ceuta and his sister, who was my age...we had lots of fun dancing and singing and decided afterwards to go out for drinks, us and the American fellows...we had great tapas, lots of Moscatel and wine and then walked to a close-by salsa bar where we danced for about 2 hours straight, and until I wanted to collapse...I left these fun, gracious, people who felt like friends by the end, and after an exchange of emails went "home" to bed...the next day, I explored the Castle and the town some more, ate tapas Catalunya style (counting toothpicks at the end) and finally got on the 5pm bus, sunburned, walked-out and very happy that those jerks in Barcelona inadvertently gave me two wonderful days in Malaga...

So, that brings me to here and if anything fun to report happens tonite or tommorrow, will be back to report...I am addicted to this machine...

Ciao!
Savannah

As you can see, there´s a bit to catch up on! I hope everyone is doing well!

Well, the countdown has started...4 more days in Spain left... But, sad faces aside, I am getting excited to go home and see friends and family and my crazy little Mocha...

I am in Granada, still or again, not sure which is most appropriate..I have been trying hard to make the most of my last days here...it´s been a lot of fun and I feel successful in having done this...about a week ago, I went to Nerja with a friend ( a resort town on the coast) and hung out there for two days...of all the towns in the Costa del Sol that are right on the water, it´s the one I recommend most just for being slightly less touristy and slightly more Spanish...it also has the Balcon Europa...a pic for you: http://www.hoteljimesol.com/comunes/balcon%20europa.jpg ..which is a gorgeous place to view an endless Mediterranean and a muy romantico spot...the first day was raining so we jumped into a rented car and decided to head out of town towards a little village up the hill...we passed thru the village in under 2 minutes and decided to keep going...and going...and going...our goal was to reach the top of this mountain regardless of how long it took us to get there...it was, as per usual around here, a hair-raising road where sometimes you can only see the very front of your car, and not the road...yes, lots of fun (I filmed it along with the sound effects of a lot of expletives)...! We ended up driving down a narrowing road that passed us through olive groves and eventually through a beautiful village that clung to the side of the hill...it was quite a surprise to find one out there and I wondered why this village would have been built there...it didn´t seem to make sense historically/economically to have built one so far up and away from the sea...but it did make our trip that much more interesting having found it...we eventually found our way back to the highway and stopped on the beach for a beautiful sunset among the storm clouds...after this, we went to a French restaurant set in a cluster of white tourist condos with palm trees surrounding it...it looked charming enough so we decided not to look further...we got settled in and about 5 minutes later I had two cats as my dates...one was on my lap and the other on the back of my chair...they know how to spot a sucker when they see one! But, yes, I was wondering too, why there were cats allowed to wander around a nice restaurant such as this ...hmmm...anyhow, I fed them quite openly from my plate and gave them the fat off my friend´s steak...lucky little kitties...they in turn, gave me terrible allergies for the rest of the night...unlucky me! We returned to the villa we were staying in (very spoiled this time around...a terrace with a view of the Med AND central heating...) The villa was run by a British couple...we went for a nightcap in the cozy little restaurant below our room and had Julie, a very funny British woman, free-pouring us drinks of gin and rum...I´m not kidding with every drink there became less and less room for the mixer...I had what is called a tubo (long narrow glasses, good for iced-tea) filled more than 3 quarters with gin! I like gin, but!!!! Needless to say sleep was good...until about 3 in the morning...I woke up with a pain in my eye and realized i hadn´t taken my contacts out...this i have done numerous times now with no real repercussions..so i took them out, and at 7 in the morning, woke up and felt like there was glass in my right eye...i tried everything to get it out and realized, that i had no choice but to go to the hospital...i woke my friend and off we went...noone in the hospital greeting area spoke English, however, they took one look at my eye and gave me priority past a long line up of people...the doctor was very rough with me and although i can now thank him, I had a fat purple eye the rest of the day from the pressure he put on it from examining me...(i had an ulcer in my eye, possibly from beach glass was the translation i got from an ambulance attendent)Also for the record, it didn´t cost me anything, and while this probably isn´t the norm, I sometimes get the feeling that in Spàin, if you are a foreigner they will get you in and out and not bother with the complete paperwork (?)...I was blind as a bat for the rest of the day, wearing a patch (and nothing like a cool pirate´s one) and in a lot of pain...even the historic caves that we went to see I missed out on as my eyes were too sensitive to have any light at all...I did see the pictures that i blindly took though and it seems i missed out on a lot!! I also briefly saw the tourist pictre that is taken of you by a professional when you walk into the first cave...I should have bought it at discount for laughs...I promise you couldn´t have seen a more scary looking picture!! I do recommend the caves however to anyone visiting the Nerja area!

The next day we went for lunch at a restaurant overlooking the water and I decided, that we/I must go for a swim...the sun was shining and therefore plenty of opportunity to dry out...so bathing suits on, we went for a swim in the clear, clear water and then when we couldn´t feel our limbs working anymore, dried out on the rocks like seals...I loved it! It attracted the attention of restaurant goers who were probably in complete shock at this scene...remember, sandals in October garner strange looks. Refreshed for the drive back to Granada, we left an hour later... a great little excursion it was...

Since then, I have been going through the painful process of getting my new passport...please don´t ever lose your passport as a Canadian...what a "!$"$ hassle! I´ll leave it at that..but, about 2 days before i fly home, i will be getting an emergency passport after waiting a month to find out that´s my only option...

A few days ago, I decided to do some little day trips on my own..I took a look at a map of Andalucia and basically pointed to a place and went...I ended up in a little town called Velez Rubio which unfortunately was less than memorable...the setting it is in was fantastic, probably the best scenery i have seen yet in Spain (other than the Med. and the Atlantic)...but taking a 2.5 hour bus ride to the province of Almeria was worth the trip alone...it´s stunning with isolated mountains jutting out of the red earth and the most picturesque and fascinating cave homes i have seen yet...we drove thru national parks covered in snow and then half an hour later was seeing completely different topography in the sun-baked desert-like lands of Almeria. There were some fascinating buildings well-marked with their history in Velez Rubio and this kept me busy photographing for about 4 hours...also, and this may creep some people out, but as it was too far for me to walk to the 4000 year old caves 6kms away (very highly recommended by the Dep`t of Culture for tourists though!), I instead went and visited an out of town cemetary...here I found an old autopsy room dating from ? (closed in 1965) and curious what was behind the locked doors, I climed up on an old roof and hung over it, peering into a window boarded up but with holes...talk about a perfect setting for a David Lynch movie...there was a marble autopsy bed (with a marble "pillow"!) and aluminum trays with tools and bottles of fluid set up around the counters...! I tried to get some photos, but I don´t expect them to turn out...I got on the bus back in V.R and dreamt up scenes for horror movies...anyhow...next subject...

This weekend I spent in a little village about a 20 minute drive out of Granada and up towards the Sierra Nevadas...I can´t believe that although with its proximity to the suburbs of Granada, how much you feel like you have escaped into an Alps-like village. The setting is second to none, set along a narrow gorge with the majority of the houses on the hills and the town lining the river, and the snowy Sierras in the background...they were celebrating the Festival of San Antone and had fair rides set up, a tent with dancers and music and never-ending fireworks that sounded like cannons going off in the valley. I spent the first day hiking and found some old ruins that are apparently about 4000 years old. I sat here for about 2 hours daydreaming and then went back to my friend Allan´s for supper with two other friends...a very, very fun night...too much wine, an insult to each of us by the cook about why we were too good to eat his cooking and then we dug in to our British-fied Spanish dish of potatoes, veggies, and chicken...after a couple hours of laughing and eating in his newly renovated Moorish home, we went to a very quaint and popular bar in a cave on the hill and drank a Basque liquor until we were nearly asleep on the cozy benches in the caves. The day after, when i finally awoke a 12, i had a true English breakfast and went for a 5 hour hike in the mountains...amazing!!!! I took a ton of pics and I have already talked too much here to get into detail...it was breath-taking though and I did get to see my first wildlife of the animal kind in Spain...they looked like wild bulls and I surprised two of them coming over a hill...they were in the mist and I think i almost had a heart attack on the spot...they stared at me, interrupted from eating and I backed away down the hill and sat behind a rock until I thought I was brave enough to head back the way i came. I finally did and got back to Allan´s high on adrenaline! I really hope my pictures of the foreboding looking mountains, the suspension bridges and the tunnel i had to walk through all turn out...I have decided that should i return i would love to spend a few days hiking in this national park...with someone...

That´s it i think...oh, no, one more thing and I apologize for this being so long..you might have decided to read it in chunks..! But last Thursday I went to see a Flamenco show at a bar called the Upsetter in Granada...it is on the Paseo de Tristes, below the Alhambra and it was probably the best flamenco i have ever seen. We were treated to a singer, a guitar, percussion and a beautiful, powerful dancer. For anyone who makes it to Granada, it is so worth it to perhaps skip the much more tourist oriented shows and go to a place like the Upsetter...it cost 5€´s, 1.50€ for a beer and the setting in a built cave is a great experience. From what i could tell, this place attracts true Flamenco lovers and after each song, there is a chorus of olés by the crowd...so watch for posters advertising this type of show and you won´t be disappointed.

That is it!
See you soon and take care!!
Sav

Feliz Año Nuevo!

I hope everyone who has stumbled upon this entry had themselves a great New Year! And, I hope someone out there has made the resolution to visit this part of the world!

New Year´s in Spain was a treat...I wasn´t searching for the biggest party in the country but what I did have is what was probably a truly Spanish way of celebrating the new year...a dinner with friends, in lieu of family for the first time, a bag of 12 grapes to eat with the 12 strokes of the clock, and a sunrise with sleep not coming until noon the next day... The last 4 or 5 days have been incredible here...on December 30th, I spent the day in the amazing city of Sevilla (15 degrees!)taking it easy and wandering around the town and absorbing the festive feeling throughtout it...family and friends were out until late, as always, generations of people sharing their time together and looking like they are having a great time doing it. The next day we took a train to Jerez de la Frontera, close to the east coast in southern Spain, and bided our time in the hotel room with friends until New Year´s came a little closer...unlike what I am used to in Canada, it isn´t the norm here, as far as I can see, to get completely drunk BEFORE 12:00am and barely be able to make it until the chimes start...the hours leading up to the start of the year, here, is at home having supper and then everyone comes out about half an hour before midnight and continues on until the sun comes up. So, that evening arriving in Cádiz, about half an hour away, at around 10pm or so, we had a Chinese buffet, being the only place open, and then headed to the little bar/cafe across the square to celebrate with some drinks...my night really started here...being one of the only places open it attracted everyone who was out and about...people from places like Canada, the US, Belgium, Morocco, and I am sure many more places, were all there and we all cozied up to the bar to chat and get in as many drinks as we could to help ease the feat of grape-popping! We were here for about an hour and then moved into the incredible square to await the countdown...if you ever make it to Spain, please visit Cádiz...maybe because it was New Year´s and you could feel the energy in the air, it automatically made it feel a little more special,I´m not sure, but walking into Cádiz at night felt like some sort of Wonderland...the city hall was particularly grand, but seeing the Cathedral felt a little other-worldly...here is a link of a beautiful and well-known view of it from the sea-wall...http://www.arba7muz.ru/images/Cadiz.jpg...here is another photo of the beautiful Plaza Flores, close by...http://www.geraldbrimacombe.com/Spain_Portugal/Spain%20-%20Cadiz%20-%20Market%20&%20Old%20Telegraph%20Bldg..jpg...it smells as good as it looks!

After the clock struck and we got a bunch of very unflattering pictures of ourselves with 12 grapes stuffed in our mouths, we headed back to our bar and I waited anxiously for my work mate from Edmonton and her husband, Juan, to come and meet us...I was lucky to have them here...great company and as he is a native from this area he was able to show us the hidden and not so hidden gems of the city and tell us stories to go along with them...such as if you go under the cathedral to the underground tunnels, they go right up to the Atlantic Ocean and you can hear the waves pounding against the walls of the tunnels...how amazing would that be?? Also, if you remember, and who could forget , in "Die Another Day" the Bond film with Halle Barry, when she comes out of the water in "the orange bikini", this whole scene was shot in Cádiz where we watched the sunset the next day...all along the beach and in the old beach house from the 20´s or 30´s they shot some of the movie...a bit of trivia for you Juan and Lindsay brought their friend Carly out with them and at the "end" of the night, around 6:30 or so, we went back to his apartment where he brought us to his rooftop terrace and we could see down the winding streets on 3 sides, and also the spires and domes of the old Moorish and Christian architecture...people watching from here was great too...down on the ground was like playing dodge-ball...trying to miss broken glass or at least not get seriously cut (here you can drink outside and not get thrown in the drunk-tank, they actually have a name for it here it´s so commom...it´s escaping me though) and the hundreds and hundreds of very well-dressed young and old people out to have a good time...the mood was amazing...spontaneous flamenco, laughing, lots of PDA...a great thing to witness. In the morning, at about 7:30 or so I guess, we went on a hunt for what Juan said was the best Chocolate Churro place in town...unfortunately, they weren´t open so I "settled" for a chocolate croissant and cafe con leche...from here was a walk around the city a little, to see it in the day (still very fantasy-like) and then off to catch the hour long train ride back to Jerez. I didn´t get to sleep until noon and then got up again at about 4 determined to find food that didn´t consist of cheese, chocolate, or just coffee....this hunt went on for about 2 hours, and grumpy with blisters whining and my stomach even more against me, I had almost written off Jerez as being one of the only places that I hadn´t fallen in love with in Spain until I realized we had spent 2 hours disoriented and on the industrial outskirts...we found the downtown and all was well again! We had copious amounts of (bad) food and more beer and eventually made our way back to find sleep. January 2nd was a day that falls into the Top 10 of my times here...Juan and Lindsay had invited us to meet them in a little town called San Bernardo and we hopped the train to go meet them. They pulled up in their car and Lindsay jumped out of the car with a drink in hand ready to continue the fun! I didn´t realize that it´s okay to have open liquor in the car...as long as the driver is being good, it´s quite alright...so we started the day with some Manzanilla, a kind of sherry and went to meet Juan´s family at the best little tapa bar in Spain...a little story before I go on...two August´s ago, when Lindsay and Juan were married in Edmonton, his family had come out of course to be there...during the party afterwards, I was dancing with Juan´s father, and while I was, my strapless dress slipped and well, I gave the in-laws a peek and a bit of a show! So, embarrassed thoroughly, I was vaguely relieved that I would probably never see them again...time does not forget all things! The first thing I was greeted with by his family, and all in good fun, was a little bit of reminding about this...all the drinks and wonderful food were free that day! Also, some of the gentleman there seemed to think I looked like Kylie Minogue(??)....more drinks I think the reason this day stands out to me so much is because it captured the essence of the acceptance, the easy-going nature, the love of family and life that many Spaniards live by and display to others. We moved from one tapas bar to another in this beautiful little town and were outside in the warm sun laughing and eating and drinking the never-ending sherries, wines and cervezas that came our way...I had the chance to meet many of his side of the family and really they were all fun and wonderful people. Juan´s dad even offered to build me a dance studio so that I could come here and teach...I hope he remembers this down the road

Later on a few of us headed back into Cadiz and this is where we watched the sun set on the Atlantic...the history of the military, the Moors and of course Mr.Bond himself were all around us and it was quite something to be there for .... that evening we went back to Jerez and met more of Juan´s friends for a night of food and wine before my body quit and sleep was in order...purrrr....the following day was our last in Jerez and doing what is essential when in the Sherry Triangle region of Spain, we went on a bodega tour of Gonzalez Byass Bodegas...essentially what this means is that we drank sherry for breakfast....sigh, home will be hard to adjust to...but the tour was fascinating and although we only got one of the tours of the many different bodegas in this region, it was very representative of this area...and the name Tio Pepe, will be something that I search for at home, this is for sure...from here, we rented a car and did a road-trip across Southern Spain...I think in hindsight, I can feel justified in getting a T-shirt that says, " I drove in Spain and lived to tell about it"....I have heard stories from all over the world of bad or just plain erratic and crazy driving, but I can´t imagine how so many people do it and live!? Edmontonians, traffic circles are a piece of cake in our city I´ve learned! It was the best way by far to see the country...when we saw a road we wanted to take, we took it...we figure we averaged about 10 km´s an hour on this trip with the amount of stopping we did...I took about an hour of footage on a friend´s video cam and about 60 photos that day...the wine/beer is on me at home if anyone is interested in seeing it! We even caught on tape our mini accident with a set of stairs and a wall on a very narrow winding road...the extra insurance was well worth the extra 40€´s...we ended up actually visiting two towns, Arcos de la Frontera where we had a picnic in the sun and maybe the most incredible vista I have seen yet here... (http://www.highonadventure.com/Hoa98jun/Arcos/arcos.htm)...check out this website if you can...it shows you why Arcos has the well-deserved name of being the premier pueblo blanco!! After this, while we were driving, I spotted a town in the distance that I believe is the inspiration for all fantasy stories yet to be written, Olvera...really from the distance, it looked like some ancient town you would see in a movie like Lord of the Rings...here are some picture links...

http://www.exodus.co.uk/pictures/avah.jpg

http://www.tristeyazul.com/pueblos/olvera01.jpg

http://www.property-in-the-sun.com/images/Places%20to%20visit/Olvera/olvera_castillo.jpg

And that brings us back to Granada where I await my new passport...

Today was important because I got to meet my half-niece (niece to me) for the first time...it´s not really a story for the blog, but it really helped make my day and my trip more complete...

So that´s it...all caught up and looking forward to spending my last week here in Spain with my sister, my niece and some new found friends...I of course miss home, but as happens with travelling when you spend enough time in one place, have become very, very attached to here and am plotting my return!

take care and if anyone reading this has any questions and are looking to travel particularly around souther spain I would love to try to answer them or at least give you some tips!

Besos,
Savannah

Hola...much belated!

It´s been, wow, almost 3 weeks I guess?? Lots has happened and I guess I allowed myself to become a little overwhelmed for awhile and then distracted...

Hmmm...well if you are following my sister´s blog, then she noted that my passport, my money, my ID...everything was stolen on the Las Ramblas in Barcelona...I had chosen not to write about it because at the time I was truly so angry that I didn´t want to colour the city with a black brush which can be easy to do when something bad happens in a place...My friend, yesterday, reminded me that I should have written because the experience, good or bad, is always worthy to write about (and helpful)...so that would have been on or around December 15th I think...I think I felt most badly about my friends, Bruce and Tanya who were new in Spain and had this as a part of their introduction...these things will happen everywhere and anywhere but I think they carried a lot of my stress with them in their first few days here (and meanwhile helped me out in every way)...life goes on, but a word of advice is that thieves are smooth (!) and you just can never get complacent with your belongings...it took about 2 seconds and that was that...Barcelona is an amazing place though and highly recommended is Park Guell, also the Montjuic area where the Olympics were held and some amazing art galleries and palaces are, the ocean and surfer-watching and just walking endlessly around the streets and exploring the many gems that are always hidden down Spanish streets. We spent 12 days there before we were Barcelona´d out...I got to touch the work of one of my worldly idols, Gaudi...which was worth the trip alone to me...but, I think no matter where you go, it´s the people you meet that make the place...this was no exception and easily overrides the situation I had there...

After this, we took an overnighter train, Tanya and I to my fave city, Granada...it was uncomfortable as always, but I awoke to having a handsome man covering me with his long black coat, so thankfully I looked so uncomfortable We have been here since the 19th now although everyone (Shi, Bruce, Tanya, and Travis (yet another Canadian..we´re taking over!)just left for Sevilla yesterday...for me it´s been a bit of a necessity to stay longer just to get my things organized, but I really, really wanted Tanya to see what this place has to offer...so we spent our days at the Mirador de San Nicholas, with the most picture perfect view of the Alhambra, drank (a lot!!) with an American couple who had come to Spain to let it all hang out (!), saw the Cathedral, ate (we´ve decided the main theme of being in Spain is deciding where you are going to eat next, went to my sister Pam`s party on the 19th which was a great mix of people...We spent our Christmas together and being my first Christmas away from home I was thankful to have my sister and friends there to celebrate...we started our day with a brunch of pizza and garlic soup and mucho wine! We then walked around (went to the Mirador) and then in the evening, borrowed the communal dining area at a hotel and made our own spread! It was really fun having bought our goods of tomatoes, olives, herring in curry sauce, tuna, mussels, cheese and bread at a somewhat divey convenience store (all for 11€´s only!)...Some of us learned to play Uker (sp?), the card game...my sister was the comic relief when we were having trouble following Bruce´s instructions...she had one of those rare laughing/crying fits that is contagious and unstoppable (on her part)...we also re-visted the Hammam (the Arab baths)which are the cure to many discomforts, mental or physical...if I never get to build my own house, I will build at least an Arab-style bath...so all in all we´ve covered a lot of ground here and I think all were satisfied...

I have been staying with a friend here in Granada and it´s been great...I have a kitchen to cook in which is muy exciting to me...I cooked a huge supper last night and for 6.82€ two of us can eat for two days...this is the way to go if you can swing it! I have decided that I feel completely at home in Granada and understand why so many foreigners make this their home for long periods of time (beautiful, relatively inexpensive to live in, small but international too, the Albaicin, the Muslim presence in culture and Islamic architecture, the list goes on)...yesterday, it sunk in how much time, relatively speaking that I have spent here when I began to run into people on the street that I have met in my time here...this is my thought, once you know the transit system of a city and can say hello on the street to a friend, it becomes to some degree like a home...even if temporary. I had lunch in the wonderful world of the Albaicin with a Spaniard, 2 Americans, and a French/South African a couple of days ago...fun and always interesting conversation when you have such a diversity...I have had the opportunity on this trip also to have some great, and sometimes challenging discussions about American politics...for me it is really cool to be able to step outside the North American sphere and be far enough away from the attached feelings that exist and the daily news and so on to be able to have everyone just lay some thoughts out on the table and engage in talk.

Tommorrow I am heading to Sevilla and then to Cadiz to ring in the New Year and then possibly to Morocco depending on the passport situation...This I would love to do more than anything! Such ancient cultures and yes, a little bit of fear of the unknown, but this is what makes it so enticing...

So I will keep in touch with the trip to Sevilla, Cadiz and Morocco too (because it will happen!!)...

Happy and safe New Year´s to everyone!

Mucho besos,
Savannah

For anyone who has been checking in with this blog, this is just a quick sorry for the delay in writing...the last week has been a series of adventures and misadventures involving thefts, the arrival of two friends, too many nights in the big city of Barcelona, an almost theft and a foiled attempt to bring Canadian jazz artist Michael Buble out for a beer...

I think I will be able to get to writing out the good and the bad tommorrow...just very happy to be back in Granada and need to catch up on some missed Zzzz´s....

Hasta luego,
Savannah